I woke up this morning with a vivid image of my ex in my head — the image of D the first time I saw him. I don’t know where it came from or why I saw him so clearly in that form. Did I dream of him? I don’t recall a dream.
The Charlotte Airport. August 13, 1972. Eastern Airlines had hired both of us and we were heading to Miami for three weeks of training along with several other new employees from the area. At the time, one of Eastern’s largest reservations facilities was located in Charlotte.
D caught my attention that day because he talked a lot — and he had a rather loud voice. He provided a distraction as I tried not to worry about spending the next three weeks away from my three little daughters. He kept trying to make jokes about Eddie Rickenbacker. I had read Eddie’s memoir. I didn’t think the “jokes” were funny.
D was more than six feet tall. He was very, very skinny. His blond-streaked hair was curly and cropped just short enough to gain him employment with the conservative corporate giant. (I learned later that he had to get a haircut in order to be hired.) I didn’t notice his beautiful blue eyes at the time, but I couldn’t miss his Yosemite Sam moustache.
My first impression? Forgettable — a young college kid who talked too much because he was nervous about his new job.
The end…or maybe not.
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Back On My Own 
